Are You a Papaya, a Pear, or a Mango?

My dad appreciated uniqueness. He didn’t care much for comparisons. He’d say “a
papaya tastes like a papaya, not a pear. A mango tastes like a mango, not a
peach.” He felt the same about people, appreciating them for what was unique and
special about each one. I think that’s why he made friends so easily – he simply
accepted every one of us for who we are… Accepted without judging, without
comparing, and without expecting us to be something we were not. What he did
expect was that each of us rise to our fullest potential. Toward that end, he
challenged us and encouraged us and gave us an enduring example of self-
confidence, determination and perseverance. As a result, I’m proud to be a
papaya, not a pear.

What about you? Are you confident enough to be exactly what you are? Do you know
who and what you are?

Many people do not know. They flounder throughout their lives trying to be
something other than themselves. For them, an endless litany of comparisons
keeps them from accepting what they are. Instead, they focus on trying to be
what someone else is or what some artificial ideal suggests they are supposed to
be.

I know how they feel. Despite my dad’s example, I struggled for the first half
of my life with trying to be something other than myself. Growing up in a home
with two retired Marines wasn’t always easy for someone who was a feeling type.
My parents approached decisions and day-to-day life with logic and structure. To
them, I seemed self-indulgent, hyper-sensitive and soft. Their tacit disapproval
convinced me that I needed to suppress my feelings and be more austere.

Mostly, I succeeded, at least in an outward presentation. But the internal
struggle wore me out. I felt bad for feeling bad about this part of me that I’d
come to think of as bad. Over time, this significantly eroded my confidence and
happiness. I could only pretend for so long.

And then I became a mom. And that turned everything around. Not right away,
although the resolve to be myself was there from the moment my daughter was
born. It came because I didn’t want her to grow up feeling like she could not be
who she was. I realized that this meant I would have to rediscover and learn to
accept myself first. Doing so meant unlearning a lot of restraining habits and
giving myself permission to be liberated.

When I recognized that I could be a papaya instead of a pear, I even saw my
parents differently. They were accepting and supportive in new ways – ways that
my younger self had not given them credit for. They didn’t change their own
ways, but they did seem to soften and meet me in some touchy-feely spaces where
we hadn’t been before. They did that, I am sure, because I went there first and
then invited them to join me.

In the last 15 years of my parents’ lives, we had relationships that were built
on being ourselves. I no longer felt I had to be like them in order to win their
approval. By being myself and stretching to be the best of myself, I did gain
their approval in new and unexpected ways. But more importantly, I gained my own
approval and found my true self again. It was only then that I could understand
that my dad didn’t even like comparisons.

When I discovered the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) personality assessment,
I had research and science that validated all these mixed up feelings and put
sense into the differences I’d experienced and suppressed. This was yet another
green light to be me. I’m finally getting pretty good at it.

In my work, though, I see so many other people who are where I was. They are
struggling with the discrepancy between who they are and who they think they are
supposed to be. They are desperately seeking validation and permission to
express their own true selves. Their battle may be internal, but it shows up in
their day-to-day communication, interaction with others, and level of
satisfaction. Ultimately, it takes away from their ability to connect with
others because they feel largely disconnected from themselves.

Society signals that were are supposed to be a certain type. Well-meaning family
members try to mold us in their own image. Corporate America has a clear
preference (albeit implied) for what is expected of us. Peer pressure adds to
the confusion. Even so, no one is ever truly effective or happy unless they
operate from a core of confidence that comes from being who you are made to be.

So who are you? A papaya? A pear? A peach? Or a mango? Each one is distinct and
different and sufficient in its own right. And so are you.